2pac - Loyal To The Game (dj Quik Remix) lyrics

(feat. Big Syke) [2Pac] Now I've got to ask, on a n***a's a**, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked b**hes ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some k**ers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, n***a lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on n***az when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherf**ers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is co*k D, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game [Chorus] {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Brothers we better get hip"} [Big Syke] My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my sh** together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block Off the curb and n***az swerve, serve a smoker a rock And I'm hot like fish grease and n***a so is my Caddy And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley Out in Cali n***az rally others all for the soil Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne Cause snitches b**hes and they ain't been loyal to the game My n***az feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain You know these buster motherf**ers came to f** the game And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, n***a [Chorus] {"And come off this trip"} [DJ Quik] Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends co*khounds and enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop) I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose 'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who co*k the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back from him scrappin when n***az was packin and he wasn't packin too So if you feel me you know when they try to k** me they slow I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em [Chorus - 5/6ths] {"Thugs throw like wine down a n***a's throat if this sh** don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}